Anaesthetic

Anaesthetic - Oh how I burn when you touch me!

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                          6. Oh how I burn when you touch me!

 

Ryan sits there absolutely stunned. In his mind he can’t comprehend what Amy has just said to him. ‘Did she really just say that...did that really mean...’ He can’t say anything out loud. Facing Amy he looks at her. ‘How can a beautiful girl like you get attacked so.. so .. so completely soul destroying? Oh god, what do I say?’

“Ryan, I know that was out of the blue. Sorry... Damn when is a good time to tell your best friend something that makes you so raw?” Amy mumbles mostly to herself. Observing Ryan’s face she can see clear evidence of the horror in his parted lips, the anguish in his eyes and the empathy in his brow. She loves him and from his reaction Amy can see that he clearly cares a lot for her too. Seeing his reaction causes Amy’s heart to swell. She feels her heart fill her chest. Her heart has never felt this way before, but she likes it.

“Aimes... puh.. arr...guff” Ryan stumbles over his own lips.

“Ri Ri, I’ll just explain everything and then speak because you’ll just keep interrupting me with questions and I want to get this all out now.” In answer Ryan nods still with the same expression he had when she dropped the metaphorical bomb on him.

“3 years ago I was running along the track next to mine at 5 in the morning. As I was running along he approached me from behind... HA” Her face stays blank but she sings in singsong “Ironyyyy... sorry, nervous.” She shrugs. By this time Ryan has shut his mouth and returned to an expression of great pride. She’s not looking him in the eye. It was easier for her to see him in the horror of what happened then to see him look at her like she’s done something good. She definitely does not feel good so she can’t look at his face.

Carrying on she shudders, “He grabbed my arm with his arm around me, his free hand had a knife, he had it to my stomach. To people if they were around us, it would have looked like he was my lover guiding me. He chucked me in an alley and then he... he pulled my running pants down ... and he ... (sob)... he.” Amy suddenly feels arms constricting her. She screams and throws them off her body by throwing her arms in the air. She took the opportunity to run. So she ran, she sprinted for the door and fell with her back against it. The door was locked. She was screaming curled up in the foetal position trying to cover her area with her feet and legs curled up to her bum. 

Ryan, by the time he recovered from her reaction to his contact, approached her with his hands in front of him palms facing her. “Aimes I am not going to hurt you.” He takes his time saying each word slowly for them to sink in for her. He hunches forward about 5 yards in front of her still palms out to her.

Finally her scream dies in her mouth when she pulls her hands away from her hair. Looking around she see’s Ryan. Sitting there petrified. She shuffles over to him slowly; she thinks that one minute it looks like Ryan and the next he will morph into her attacker.

He doesn’t move. She crawls between his bent legs. He then slowly comes off his hunched position, wrapping his legs around her. Amy smells his smell and leans into him. They both sit there for an un-measureable amount of time, no body was counting. Rocking backwards and forwards, smoothing her hair down, is all he did.

This calmed Amy down enough to say to him. “At the time, I didn’t see him or what he was doing. All I remember was thinking about that time at school when the boys were playing rugby and Ross ploughed into me. I hurt like hell. He really belted into me. Seriously bruised bum and everything. HA!” she nods along to her owe re-count of what happened.